Tom took us all out for lunch today. While we were there – for no reason that I could find – he started ranting about people in this country all being stupid, especially me, and that his country and everyone who lives there is much better in every way.

I asked if it was so great, why he doesn’t move back there? He said he couldn’t because I’d trapped him by pushing him into a relationship, and now he was stuck here.

And yet, my memory of the beginning of our relationship is of him chasing me, him suggesting we take it to the next level and move in together, and it was definitely him who started the talk about us having a baby. In fact, when a baby hadn’t happened after months of trying, and I suggested taking a break, he was the one who said that if I didn’t give him a baby, he would leave me.

I take a lot of shit from him, but I am not taking the blame for the choices he made.